THE COMPLETE ANGLER. 



Venator. And the repetition of these last verses of music has 

 called to my memory what Mr Edward Waller, a lover of the 

 angle,* says of love and music : 



While I listen to thy voice, 



Chloris, I feel my life decay : 

 That powerful noise 



Calls my fleeting soul away : 

 Oh ! suppress that magic sound, 

 Which destroys without a wound. 



Peace, Chloris, peace, or singing die, 

 That together you and I 



To heaven may go ; 



For all we know 

 Of what the blessed do above, 

 Is, that they sing, and that they love. 



Piscator. Well remembered, brother Peter : these verses 

 came seasonably, and we thank you heartily. Come, we will 

 all join together, my host and all, and sing my scholar's catoh 

 over again ; and then each man drink the other cup, and to bed ; 



and thank God we have a dry house over our heads Well, 



now good night to every body. 



Peter. And so say I. 



Venator. And so say I. 



Coridon. Good night to you all ; and I thank you. 



Piscator. Good morrow, brother Peter ; and the like to you, 

 honest Coridon. Come, my hostess says there is seven shillings 



* As the author's concern for the honour of angling induced him to 

 enumerate such persons of note as were lovers of that recreation, the 

 reader will allow me to add Mr John Gay to the number. Any one who 

 reads the first canto of his Georgic, entitled Rural Sports, and observes 

 how beautifully and accurately he treats the subject of fly-fishing', would 

 conclude the author a proficient : but thnt it was his chief amusement, I 

 have been assured by an intimate friend of mine, who has frequently fished 

 with him in the river Kennet, at Amesbury, in Wilts, the seat of his grac 

 the Duke of Queensbury. 



The reader will excuse the following 1 addition to this note, for the sake 

 of a beautiful description of the materials used in fly-making, which is 

 quoted from the above mentioned poem. 



To frame the little animal, provide 



All the gay hues that wait on female pride : 



Let nature guide thee ; sometimes golden wire 



The shining bellies of the fly require ; 



The peacock's plumes thy tackle must not fail, 



Nor the dear purchase of the sable's tail ; 



Each gaudy bird some slender tribute brings, 



And lends the growing insect proper wings ; 



Silks of all colours must their aid impart, 



And every fur promote the fisher's art: 



So the gay lady, with expensive care, 



Borrows the pride of land, of sea, of air ; 



Furs, pearls, and plumes, the glittering thing displays, 



Dazzles our eyes, and easy hearts betrays. 



